Somewhere in between hearing my first choir-backed chorus on a heavy metal song by Uriah Heep (on the album Demons And Wizards) and delving head first into the mellotron drenched prog-rock of seventies bands like the Strawbs and Genesis, I discovered — and briefly at least — became quite fond of the symphonic rock of the Moody Blues.
In many ways for me, the Moodies acted as the bridge between the metal and glam rock of my high school years, and the full-on prog I found myself briefly immersed in as a college student. Punk Rock, New Wave, and Rap were still to come on my eventual road to discovering Bruce Springsteen. But I digress...
Although the Moody Blues are probably best known for the numerous recordings they have made with symphony orchestras and the like, their keyboard player Mike Pinder could make quite a substantial noise all by himself with the simulated strings and voices he employed on the mellotron.
Primary songwriters Justin Hayward and John Lodge provided an ample canvas for Pinder to fill in the colors with in the form of their lushly romantic pop songs, of course. But for those in the know, Pinder was always this band's secret weapon.
Of course, there was also the none-too-small matter of the Moody Blues often unintentionally living up to their reputation of being quite possibly the most pretentious band on the planet to consider.
Between their new-agey transcendental meditation inspired lyrics (long after the Beatles had given up such nonsense), and Graeme Edge's oh-so-seriously spoken word intros on Moody Blues albums inviting listeners to "breathe deep" or to ponder words like "I think...therefore I am...I think," this was more than enough to scare off a lot of rock fans who just wanted to, well you know, rock out.
Legitimate gripe that this was, and still is, for the purposes of this review I prefer to remember the better things about this band.
Like sitting in my one-bedroom apartment on any given Friday night where I couldn't find a date (which was far more often than I'd like to admit), and turning the lights down low, firing up the bong, and putting on an album like, say, To Our Childrens Childrens Children and pondering the true meaning of this band's oh-so-deep music.